Liv never knew she was a witch,
Never knew that the family she grew up with, weren't actually her biological family,
Never knew the sacrifices her real family had to make,
And she definitely never knew that she'd end up falling for the enemy...
STA...
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---- "children without families are the most vulnerable people in the world." ----
GOOD & EVIL
——— IN NO TIME AT ALL, Defense Against the Dark Arts had become most people's favorite class. Only Draco Malfoy and his bodyguards had anything bad to say about Professor Lupin.
"Look at the state of his robes," Draco would say in a loud whisper as Professor Lupin passed. "He dresses like our old house-elf."
Liv would hit his "injured" arm in front of everyone when he made the comments and pretended like she had only injured his arm even more.
No one else cared that Professor Lupin's robes were patched and frayed. His next few lessons were just as interesting as the first. After boggarts, they studied Red Caps, nasty little goblin-like creatures that lurked wherever there had been bloodshed: in the dungeons of castles and the potholes of deserted battlefields, waiting to bludgeon those who had gotten lost. From Red Caps they moved on to kappas, creepy water-dwellers that looked like scaly monkeys, with webbed hands itching to strangle unwitting waders in their ponds.
Liv definitely found Defense Against the Dark Arts much more entertaining than Potions with Professor Snape for he had been in an awful foul mood. The story of the Boggart assuming Snape's shape, and the way that Neville had dressed it in his grandmother's clothes, had traveled through the school like wildfire. Professor Snape did not find it funny. His eyes flashed menacingly at the very mention of Professor Lupin's name.
Liv also dreaded the hours she spent in Professor Trelawney's stifling tower room, deciphering lop-sided shapes and symbols, trying to ignore the way Professor Trelawney's enormous eyes filled with tears each time she looked at Harry or Ronnie. Even sometimes for her as well, so sorry that Liv would lose her cousin and friend so young. It severely irritated Liv. She wasn't going to lose anyone anytime soon.
Even though she was treated with respect bordering on reverence by many of the class, Liv couldn't help but not like Professor Trelawney. She especially was not liked by Hermione, who called all her teachings rubbish. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had taken to haunting Professor Trelawney's tower room at lunchtimes, and always returned with annoyingly superior looks on their faces, as though they knew things others didn't. They had also started using hushed voices whenever they spoke to Harry or Ronnie, as though they were on their deathbeds. Liv knew Ronnie wanted to hit them.
Nobody really liked Care of Magical Creatures, which after the action-packed first class, had become extremely dull. Hagrid seemed to have lost his confidence. They were now spending lesson after lesson learning how to look after Flobberworms, which had to be some of the most boring creatures in existence.
